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Mirror	
By Waldo	

Chapter 1 - The antique shop

"Benjamin, I tell you, there's something wrong with your brother 
and I'm worried about Randall. For the last month, every time 
that I place a telephone call to his store to talk to him, I get 
some damn woman answering the phone instead of your 
brother. According to her, 'Randall isn't there'. She gives me a 
cock and bull story about why he can't come to the phone to 
talk to his own father. Then about two or three days after my 
failed attempt to talk to him, I get a nice letter from Randall, 
telling me that he's doing great and that everything's all right 
with him. I'm beginning to think that he doesn't want to talk to 
me anymore."

"Dad, Randy's got a good business and he's probably very busy 
working in his store. Buying and selling antiques can be very 
demanding on his time."

"Don't try to confuse the facts on your own father. Randall can 
somehow find the time to sit down and write me a two page 
letter instead of giving me the simple luxury of a phone call 
where I can immediately respond to his verbal statements? He's 
written me three letters this month telling me how great he's 
feeling and that I shouldn't worry about him. That's two more 
letters than he ever wrote to me before IN HIS TOTAL LIFE. Why 
can't he find the time to give me a quick phone call and just let 
me hear his voice? If your mother was still alive...god bless her 
poor soul, she would be worried sick about him because of the 
way that he's repeatedly being difficult to find. It's probably true 
that if your dear mother was still alive, that she'd be a little 
happy just because her oldest son finally learned how to write a 
letter home. You know it's not like Randall to write letters 
instead of calling me and that's one of the big things that makes 
me suspect that there's something seriously wrong with him. I 
even compared his handwriting to one of his old letters to make 
sure it was really him writing the letters."

"Dad, I'll admit that it's a little strange for Randy to suddenly 
start communicating through the mail instead of using the 
phone. But there's nothing wrong with that. You're just getting 
paranoid again."

"Paranoid?  Since when is worrying about your oldest child 
considered paranoid? Benjamin, I want you to drive up to 
Cleveland this weekend and make sure that everything's really 
all right with him. I won't feel right until you tell me that you've 
seen him in person and made sure that he's ok."

"Daddddd, it is a two hundred miles one-way drive to Cleveland. 
And I'm supposed to take my girlfriend, Donna out for dinner 
Saturday evening. I'm not going to spend my weekend off by 
driving almost four hundred miles round trip just to look at 
Randy's ugly face. There's a strong chance that this could be 
the weekend that I finally get lucky with Donna."

"Son, if you haven't got any of your new girlfriend's nooky after 
dating her for over two long months, then you ain't going to get 
any where near her pussy unless you win the lottery and 
become an instant millionaire. A woman who keeps you that far 
away from the interior of her panties, won't give you any good 
loving unless you slip a wedding ring on her finger and allow 
her to slip a ring through your nose so she can lead you around 
some more. Listen to some good advice from your old man who 
used to understand women before he married your poor 
departed mother thirty years ago and discovered that the rules 
drastically change immediately after the marriage vows. A 
woman uses her body to get what she wants from a man. You 
haven't got into her panties because there's nothing that your 
prissy-ass new girlfriend really wants from you. Your new love 
knows that she can get you to spend your hard earned money 
on her and she doesn't have to let you fuck her in return. I 
think that you ought to go see your brother instead of wasting 
more of your time with this particular woman. You went years 
without screwing some woman so I know that you can go one 
more weekend of not getting into Donna's bed without too much 
pain."

"Dad, she's not like that.  We have an progressing relationship 
because Donna is a lady and I respect her wishes. I'm not going 
drive all the way up there. I'm twenty-four years old. Randy's 
twenty-eight. But it's my girl's number that's more important to 
me right now. Donna's thirty-five - thirty-five C Cup, that is. I'm 
old enough to know what I ought to do with my free weekend off 
and Randy's old enough to know how to take care of himself. 
And I'm going to spend my time admiring Donna's 35C-23-34 
body instead of checking up on my older brother just because 
my father is getting overly apprehensive in his old age."

"Yeah I know that you don't owe me nothing...I'm just your 
poor father who may not be around too many more years...you 
don't owe me anything just because I devoted the best years of 
my life to putting food on the table, clothes on your body and a 
roof over your head. Spare me the part of your usual speech 
about how you moved out of my house five years ago and you're 
a big man who can take care of himself now. I'm not asking you 
to do much...just humor me by calling him and talking to 
him."

"Dadddddddd! I don't want to poke my nose into his business 
just because you think he's avoiding you for some stupid 
reason. I refuse to call him just because you're getting unduly 
suspicious in your old age. That's my last word. I don't want to 
hear any more about this topic."

******

"Rosewood Antiques. How may I help you?"

The female voice on the phone sounded professional. Just from 
the sound of her voice, Ben immediately built a mental image of 
a flat-chested thirty/thirty-five year old woman with her dark 
hair up in a bun and wearing glasses. She was probably 
wearing an ankle length skirt and didn't believe in wearing 
makeup or dating men. 

"Hi. I'm Ben Kline, Randy's brother. Is Randy there?"

There was a long pause of five to six seconds dead silence from 
the woman before she replied. In that time, her voice changed 
from the cool professional sound to a higher pitched slightly 
startled tone as if she was trying to quickly think of a response 
"Uh...Mister Kline is unavailable right now. Could I take a 
message?"

"Nah. Just calling my older brother to see how he's doing. 
Haven't talked to him in a couple of months and just wanted to 
chit chat a little. Can you ask him to give me a call later today 
when he's got time to B.S. a little with me?"

"He's..He's not here now. He's on a purchasing trip and I don't 
expect to talk to him today."

"Oh! O.k. Just let him know that I called. I'm sorry but I didn't 
get your name when you answered."

"Marie. Marie Tanner. I'm the Assistant Manager." Her voice 
returned to a more in-control positive sounding tone as if she 
were talking to a friend now.

"So my brother can afford an Assistant Manager now. Sounds 
like my older brother's business is doing good. How long have 
you been working there?"

"He hired me a month ago."

"Great. I'm glad that he's got someone to keep him straight. Well 
Marie, it's been nice talking to you."

Her voice changed tone again, losing the professional tone and 
becoming a more relaxed friendly sounding voice "It's been great 
talking to you too. Randy's told me so much about you that I 
feel as if I know you already. You don't have to worry about 
your brother because I'm taking good care of him."

There was just enough emphasis on her words 'taking good care 
of him' to add hidden meaning to the words. Although as 
Assistant Manager of the business, it was her job to take care of 
the business, her words and warm tone sounded as if she was 
also taking care of Randy's more intimate needs...perhaps 
even Randy' sexual needs. Ben's mental image of Marie quickly 
changed as he built a new mental image of a sexy blonde with 
big boobs on the other end of the phone line. Randy had always 
been partial to blondes and Ben was partial to women with big 
boobs.

"Great. Well, I'm looking forward to meeting you someday."

Again her voice changed, reinforcing the image of the sexy 
blonde with big boobs but now the mental image of the woman 
on the phone, was completely naked in Ben's mind. Her new 
tone was a softer, sultry sounding tone as she cooed "We have 
to get together soon. I'm so looking forward to...meeting you. 
Have a good day."

As Ben hung up the phone, he felt very confused. Just as you 
can feel someone smile or frown on the other end of a phone, he 
had felt a strong sexual tug from the woman that had just hung 
up the phone. An indirect come-on, just as if she was trying to 
seduce him over the phone. Why was she coming on to him, if 
she was involved personally with his brother?

******

"Hi dad. Well, uh..I called him like you requested."

"Did you talk to him?"

"No, he's out of town on a trip."

"See. He's spending a lot of time on the road now. Did you talk 
to 'her' and that's where she said he was? Is it her word that 
you're believing when she says that everything is all right with 
my son?"

"Dad, he's all right. Right after I called, he sent me a fax, telling 
me that he's doing good and except for a sore throat today, he 
was feeling great."

"A fax? Your brother can't call you, but he can send you a fax? 
And you think everything is normal with him? Benjamin, I 
didn't raise you to be an idiot. I tell you that there's something 
seriously wrong with your brother. You need to go up there this 
weekend to investigate this matter. I insist."

"Dad, I'm not going. Get off of that tangent. He's all right. I'll
call 
back tomorrow when the store is open and if he's not there, I'll 
request firmly about getting a phone number where I can talk to 
him."

"Call his apartment tonight. I insist."

******

"Hello." The very feminine voice was friendly, relaxed, and 
definitely wasn't Randy's voice.

"Uh..hi. Is this Marie? This is Ben again. I'm still trying to get 
in touch with Randy."

Her voice became distant sounding and cautious as if she were 
trying to hide something from him. "Ben?...Oh...Hi. Randy's 
uh uh ..forwarded his apartment's phone to my phone so 
that I can answer his phone for him while he's out of town. He's 
still traveling."

"Look, it's important that I talk with Randy soon to discuss 
some family matters. He sent me a fax right after I talked to you 
today but I need to personally speak with him. Do you have a 
number where I can get in touch with him?"

"Sorry...but he calls in from wherever he's at sometime during 
the day, to check on the business and he just happened to call 
me right after you called the store earlier. His voice was very 
hoarse and he said that he had a bad sore throat."

"Please have him call me. Bye."

******

Ben Kline unbuckled his seat belt as he put his car's 
transmission into the park gear before turning off the car's 
motor. He glanced at his craggy face in the visor's small mirror 
as he ran a large hand through his thinning hair. Another eight 
to ten years of ever-increasing hair loss and his head would 
look like a billiard ball with fringe around the side, just like his 
old man's head. Running his hand across his sandpaper feeling 
chin, he hated the way that his thick and coarse facial hair was 
too fast growing and thick while the thinning hair on his head 
was making him look older than he really was. Rubbing his 
fingertips across his face again, he knew that he had closely 
shaved that morning but his heavy beard growth made him look 
and feel as if he had a two day-old beard.

Grimacing at his image in the mirror, he stared at his strong 
pointy chin, long sender face, hawk nose, slicked back 
pompadour hairstyle and deep set eyes under bushy eyebrows. 
He mumbled out loud to himself "Benjamin David Kline, you're 
one old looking mutherfucker already and you're only twenty-
four years young. No wonder you can't get anywhere near 
Donna's supposed-to-be-virgin young pussy. If I was a young 
beautiful woman like Donna who could have any man in the 
world that she wanted, I wouldn't fuck a stubbled-faced, skinny 
old fart like myself either. Well, let's go see what Randy's new 
bitch looks like and get this out of the way so that I can go back 
home and tell Dad that everything is all right.  Then maybe Dad 
will leave me the fuck alone and let me live my live without any 
more interference from him."

Pushing the visor back up out of the way so that he couldn't see 
his reflected face, he climbed out of the small sports car. He 
stretched his six foot two inch, one hundred and seventy pound 
slender body as he tried to shake off some of the lethargic 
numbness in his butt after the two hundred mile drive from his 
home up to Cleveland. There were a lot of other places that he 
would prefer to be on a beautiful Friday night instead of 
Cleveland. But when his brother didn't call him within two days 
of his after-hours phone call to Marie, he knew that his father's 
suspicions might be right. And his father was still bugging the 
shit out of him, so that was why he was here to investigate the 
facts in person.

Glancing at his watch, he saw that he had arrived just in time 
to beat the store's closing. The store was scheduled to close at 
six p.m. so he had rushed to get there before she could lock up 
the store and disappear for the evening. 

The ringing door-opening bell over the store's front door 
sounded too loud as he entered the front door of his brother's 
business. Antique businesses always have a changing mixture 
of displayed antiques and junk to attract your attention as you 
enter those places. But instead of looking at any of the crowded 
mixture of antiques, his attention was immediately focused on 
the young attractive woman that was busy behind the counter. 
That one glance at her was enough to invoke the image of the 
sexy, sophisticated, seductive, sultry slender blonde that 
Sharon Stone played in the Basic Instinct movie and to give 
Ben's preconceived mental image of Marie a beautiful face to go 
along with the perfect body. Randy's pretty assistant manager 
was the movie's star's almost exact twin with her lithe sexy 
body and sensual classical face.

She looked up from the notebook that she was writing in and 
she smiled a 'welcome to the store' type of smile which quickly 
faded into a 'oh..shit' type of smile as if she somehow 
recognized him. Her large expressive blue eyes went from being 
friendly to being stunned to being scared to being cautious as 
he walked toward the counter.

"Hi. You must be Marie. I'm Ben.", he declared as he continued 
staring straight into her beautiful but obviously cautious 
beautiful big blue eyes.

For a second her mouth hung open as if she was flabbergasted 
at his unexpected appearance, then her face assumed a 
somewhat 'wish I was elsewhere but I will make the best of it' 
type of smile as she held out her hand "Yeah, I know. Uh...that 
is, I recognized you from your picture."

He wrapped his large hand around her small hand and shook 
her hand as he pretended that he didn't notice her awkward 
coolness to his unexpected arrival "When my big brother didn't 
call me back, I decided to come on up anyway. Reason that I 
was trying to get in touch with him, was to tell him that I was 
coming up to see him this weekend. I've got a spare key to his 
apartment and thought that I would stop by here first to see if I 
could catch him here. Is Randy around?"

She pulled her small hand back from his country-boy 
handshake grip, using the same hand to push a lock of golden 
hair back from across her face as she quickly uttered in a 
somber sounding voice "I don't expect him to be here..that is, 
to be in town this weekend. Looks like you drove up here for 
nothing."

As he gazed at her, several thoughts rushed through his mind.
"I WANT TO FUCK HER! Why is she hiding my
brother's whereabouts? I WANT TO FUCK HER!
She's one attractive bitch. I WANT TO FUCK
HER! I can see why my brother hired her. With
her looks, she could be incompetent and who
would notice her lousy work. I WANT TO FUCK
HER! Is she fucking my brother? I WANT TO
FUCK HER!"

Pulling himself out of his circle of repeating thoughts, Ben 
decided to act as normal as possible until he could discover 
what type of relationship was really going on between her and 
his missing brother. Smiling at her as if they were old friends, 
Ben's next few words are a cautious mixture of his personal 
attraction toward the woman, his desire to find his brother and 
a feeling that she was hiding something. "Well, I've missed my 
brother before so I know how to find my way around his place 
by myself and I've got a key to it. Look, it was a long drive up 
here and I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. Do you 
have any plans for dinner?"

A twinkle appeared in her eyes and the expressed caution began 
to disappear from her eyes as some of her womanly confidence 
reappeared in her smile and the way that she held herself. 
There was just the barest noticeable movement as she pulled 
her shoulders back slightly, resulting in a minor, more rounded 
chest expansion of her boobs. He let his eyes drop down from 
her face as a result of her slight movement and he allowed 
himself the momentary glance at what he knew had to be the 
curved shape of two of the most perfect boobs in the world 
hidden underneath her blouse. Normally he liked women with 
big heavy tits but he could tell from her slender body that she 
had the luscious type of swimmer's body with firm perky tits 
that he couldn't pass up if given the chance to sample the 
merchandise.

For a long second he just stared at her perfectly rounded 
breasts underneath the tight chiffon blouse. Then he jerked his 
eyes back up to her twinkling eyes which were smiling like a cat 
that just cornered a mouse - or were her now-gleaming eyes 
more like the eyes of a fisherman who just set the hook into a 
record-size fish that hadn't discovered that it was caught yet. 
Anyhow her smiling eyes and fluid body movements were 
expressing non-verbal statements that were easily understood 
by any man over twelve years old. She answered his invitation 
to dinner in a laughing tone but her response was a double 
meaning question "Is there anything special that you would like 
to eat?"

He knew what he wanted to eat - her golden pussy. But he lied 
and responded with an answer that wouldn't get his face 
slapped "Uhh..no, I just want to relax and enjoy a good meal 
with pleasant company after my long drive here. Where would 
you like to go?"

She pointed to a small doorway at the end of the room "The 
office is back there and Randy keeps a shaving kit in his lower 
right hand drawer for emergencies. Why don't you grab his 
razor and knock off some of that heavy stubble growth while I 
close up the shop."

******

A slightly cleaner looking Ben Klein waited on Marie to lock the 
door to the store. He had used his brother's shaving kit to shave 
so that he looked slightly more presentable and some of the 
cologne to make himself smell a lot better. He used the 
opportunity while she was busy locking the door; to closely 
examine the bewitching woman who had worked her way into 
his brother's confidence.

She was about five foot four inches tall and looked like she 
barely weighed a few pounds over one hundred pounds. But it 
was a perfectly proportional body with wide rounded hips, a 
narrow waist and relatively large breasts on her small tight 
body. Her two inch beige high heels supported two of the nicest 
flesh-colored nylon-encased legs that he had seen in a long 
time. The shapely legs disappeared into a mid-thigh beige tight 
skirt that showed just enough leg to be tantalizing and covered 
just enough thigh to be acceptable for wearing to work. The 
delicate belt around her waist showed off her small waist while 
holding up the skirt and tucking away the bottom of a white 
chiffon blouse. The form-fitting blouse tastefully followed the 
contours of her chest and made her shoulders look narrow 
while highlighting the delicate thinness of her neck that 
demanded nibbling. The sheerness of the blouse softened the 
basic outlines of the soft bra under the blouse while at the same 
time showing that there wasn't a bit of foam padding within the 
bra. Her hands had long delicate fingers that looked as if she 
could play the piano but tipped with painted, long fingernails 
that wouldn't be too suitable for using a computer's keyboard; 
but the long fingernails were perfectly suitable for scratching a 
naked man's back.

Her face wasn't the classical, chiseled beauty that artists desire 
to capture on canvas. Her eyes were her dominating facial 
feature, closely followed by her luscious lips. Her almost 
constantly gleaming eyes were too large, too expressive and too 
sultry looking to be considered classical eyes. It was easy to 
look into her deep blue eyes and be mentally transported to a 
private tropical island where you could imagined what it would 
be like to make love to her at the edge of the surf. Her nose was 
too delicate but the slenderness made her high cheekbones look 
rosier. Her lips were large, and lush; always inviting you to kiss 
and enjoy the peach flavor of her natural-colored lipstick. Her 
straight, mid-shoulder length golden hair looked as if she had 
been born a natural blonde.

Overall those features made Marie Tanner one of the most 
beautiful women that Ben had ever been able to get close 
enough to talk to. So what if she worked for his brother? So 
what if she was probably sharing his brother's bed? So what if 
she was going out with Ben simply because she felt bad for him 
because his older brother wasn't there to entertain him? Ben 
didn't care why she was going out with him as long as she went 
out with him. His little head was doing a lot of thinking for him.

Whatever had caused her to be slightly shocked when he 
initially walked through the door had completely disappeared 
and she was acting every bit as confident and friendly toward 
him as if they were two old friends going out for a night on the 
town. There was a teasing tone to her friendly sounding voice, a 
teasing twinkle in her blue eyes, a gleam in her warm smile and 
a warm blush in her rosy cheeks that showed that she was 
enjoying his companionship as much as he was enjoying her 
beauty.

As soon as she finished double-checking the store's door to 
make sure it was locked and secured for the night, she pointed 
toward a large van sitting in the back of the parking lot that had 
the name "Rosewood Antiques" painted on the side. Not 
glancing back to see if he was following her as she walked 
toward it, she headed straight toward the van knowing that he 
would follow her anywhere that she wanted to go. She jokingly 
declared "One of the benefits of working for your brother is this 
beautiful, dual purpose, roomy company car. In addition to 
being my primary transportation, we use it to haul antiques 
around to make sure that we get a tax break, so don't pay any 
attention to the mess of blankets in the back of the van that we 
use to protect our treasures. Since I know the local roads and 
where we're going to eat, I thought it would be easier if I drove 
us to the restaurant. You don't mind subjecting yourself to 
being in my absolute control, do you? I know a lot of men don't 
have any confidence in their manhood and always have to be in 
control when they're with a woman, but you don't strike me as 
being that type of person."

"Sounds great to me. And there's more room in the van than in 
my little sports car. I've got my suitcase rammed tightly into the 
car's passenger seat because it wouldn't fit into the small area 
that they call a trunk."

She glanced at the small two-seater sports car and commented 
"Don't understand why single men buy cars that small. It's so 
small, that all you can do is live dangerously in traffic but 
there's no way that you could ever get some good ass in 
something that small."

Slightly stunned by her words that could be expected in a man-
to-man discussion but not from a woman's virginal looking lips, 
he mumbled "That's why I've got my own apartment."

She paused; standing beside the van while she patiently waited 
for him to open the driver side door of the van. After he opened 
the van's door like a perfect gentleman, she hiked her skirt up 
her thigh slightly exposing a quick flash of leg just before she 
stepped up into the higher level van. Sitting down in the driver's 
seat, she rewarded his mandatory chivalry for opening the door 
with a wide smile. His eyes were distracted elsewhere as he 
thought that she also allowed him another fleeting glance at a 
little more of her quickly exposed leg through the skirt's narrow 
slit. 

Continuing their discussion, she voiced a mild rebuttal about 
his choice of cars as she declared in a teasing tone "Benji, you 
need to get you a larger car where you can take advantage of 
unexpected opportunities. You might learn how to enjoy life 
more."

"Uh..Benji is a family name that Randy used to call me when 
we were kids and he was just trying to piss me off. How did you 
know about that old nickname?"

"Same way that I know that you're uncircumcised and that you 
paid some thirty-five year old prostitute to deflower you two 
days after your sixteenth birthday because you couldn't find 
any free pussy the night that you decided to lose your virginity. 
Your brother told me everything about his family back home. 
Would you like for me to discuss some more of your family 
secrets...to show you how much your brother trusts me, 
Benji?"

Ben fought the urge to ball his hand up into a fist, knowing that 
it was his big-mouthed brother that he suddenly wanted to 
punch out, not the beautiful woman that was staring at him 
with a funny smile on her face, waiting for some type of 
response from him. Holding back the anger, he tried to appear 
calm as he tried to change the subject by jokingly responding 
"It's an old family curse that men have to deal with when they 
come of age."

She laughed as she changed the subject slightly but she 
continued to talk about family things - childhood secrets that 
only his brother would know about "Randy told me that you 
used to spend all of your money from your allowance and 
newspaper router on collecting bubble gum cards. Because he 
was three years older than you, he thought he was smarter and 
he would try to get you to spend the money on impressing girls 
instead of buying your damn old cards. Now that he's in the 
antique business, I know that he's very proud of the way that 
you invested in your future back when you were just a snotty-
nose kid." 

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